When she does, I grip her neck and spit her cum into her own mouth. “Taste that?” “That’s my worthiness. The taste of my bride greedy for her husband’s cock.” Heat flashes in her eyes, and I drop a loving slap to her cheek. “My wife’s such an eager little cumslut, even for her own pussy . . . God, you’re perfect.” I kiss her lips, and she mewls against mine.
